The Inside City
By Anita Mir
A boy discovers not a secret garden, but a secret city as India hurtles towards Partition.
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There are ancient walled cities all across the world. This story begins in Lahore’s walled, or inside city, as it is called in Urdu, in what was then India.
It’s fear, Khurshid thought, just fear. Unwatched, her face was grim.
Barefoot, she walked to the wall of her rooftop courtyard and looked out at the city she had, in just three months, begun to love: a bulking city ever teetering upwards, with its twelve giant gates which closed each night, keeping them safe, from predators and marauders, and Dar said, bad dreams, but he’d smiled, so she’d known he was joking, only not what he meant.
A pir (seer) predicts great things for a soon to be born born boy, Awais. The year is 1919 - the year of the Jallianwala Bagh (Amritsar) Massacre where anywhere from 379-1,000 unsuspecting peaceful protestors were killed by armed British troops. Politics is everywhere and on every tongue. Will the British go? Will they be booted out? And what will happen to India, then?
But Khurshid, Awais’s mother, cares nothing for all that. Her dreams are not of nationhood; they centre on her boy who will give, she’s sure, her life the meaning and beauty she’s craved for so very long. As they wait for the future to unfold, no-one notices how different Khurshid’s youngest daughter, Maryam, is. But then her secret is outed. Maryam has a superb gift for Maths.
Though she doesn’t want to think it, Khurshid begins to wonder if the pir (seer) had been right about the house but wrong about whom the gift of greatness was meant for. She checks herself but the idea grows and grows. She tries to teach Awais her burning overpowering hate. But Maryam is one of Awais’s two great loves. He can’t believe what his mother says. He can’t hate Maryam. Or, he wonders, can he?
Awais’ other great love is the inside city, which through a chance encounter, he has started to explore and to map. When Partition, brutal and horrendous, takes place in 1947, it is Awais’ knowledge of the inside city that will save lives. But will it be enough to save his family as well?
Anita was born in Lahore, Pakistan and came to England when she was four. She grew up in County Durham and Wales, and it was only when she moved to Lahore with her family in her late teens that it hit her that mornings weren’t supposed to be pitch black. Pakistan was a shock. And she stayed in shock. Is perhaps still in shock. But it was also love at first sight. Lahore Lahore hai/ Lahore is Lahore. Yep. Another thing that doesn’t quite translate.
Straight out of university, she applied for a job at a newspaper and for some strange reason, got it. Most of her work there was on human rights issues, particularly those pertaining to religious minorities and women. Her lighter pieces she wrote under a pseudonym, which, seven years later, her boss told her she’d spelt wrong.
From journalism, she ambled into development work. The best of her development work was when she was privileged to head two emergency programmes.
Anita kept on coming back to England then to Pakistan then...and one day (still plan-less), just stuck it out in London.
She writes fiction and plays, has had two shorts on (The Space and Soho), been longlisted for several prizes (The Bruntwood, the Soho/Verity Bargate, the Old Vic 12), and had a short story published this year in ‘New Welsh Review’. She likes hearing her director friends tell her, ‘Any minute, you’re going to break through’. In her more reflective moments, of which there are now few, she wonders what she’s supposed to break through to. And if, when she does, she’ll like it.
Anita lives in the un-trendy part of East London and when not teaching, can be found playing basketball with her boy, or else, pouring over Lego instructions with the zeal of someone who’s going to grow up to be a YouTube star.
Awais has just helped his niece, Manu, Maryam’s daughter, solve a crucial puzzle. Manu’s husband is about to arrive at Awais’ house, in search of her
The phone hadn’t stopped ringing. It rang while she was here but since she left it hadn’t stopped. He has a heavy hand, I’ll say that for him, Awais said.
He reckons, maybe, that someone will break and pick it up but there’s no-one here, save me, thought Awais. I could pull out the wire but I like the idea of him knowing it’s ringing and wondering why no-one’s picking it up. Tricks like that can ruin the best of minds. And his is far from good.
They’d left after wishing him happy birthday and handing him the presents he didn’t want. There they lay on the table, still wrapped.
‘Ring, you bastard. Till your finger drops off.’
Forty-five. Such a definite age.
Stuck? Is he stuck? I could rip that thread on which he hangs or blow him down, so small he is. Why do spiders make me think of caves and caves of revelation? What did I tell her? Where did I begin? With Maryam’s birth? With mine? I guess it doesn’t matter now.
It stopped. That meant he was on his way. Fifteen minutes. Maybe less. What will I say? Whatever it is, I won’t face him as if I’m holed up in this room too frightened to leave. I’m here to watch the spider.
He reached up to open the door slightly and the pain in his arm seared through. It was electric. His knees caved in. How can I keep on forgetting how much it hurts? And then he heard it; feint at first, then louder. He had to get to the window. He couldn’t move. Each time it took longer. And then, then, the pain crumbled. Slowly, it disappeared.
- 12th August 2019 Since the book came out...
I hope this finds you well.
It's been a brilliant last few months since the book came out! Two book lauches- one in London and one in Lahore, and a meeting with a lovely book club.
One of my friends updated the video. It's here:
The book's on 4.6 stars at Amazon. If you have a few minutes, it would be great to hear your feedback…12th May 2018 Just got to 100%! A colossal thank you, everyone!28th February 2018 Short story taster
For months, nothing. And suddenly, I discover technology. Have been wondering for ages what that big green button was for...
A taster from a light piece set in my beloved Wales.
https://newwelshreview.com/article.php?id=143126th February 2018 New video
Hope all’s good this frosty morning.
We have a new video up- if you haven’t seen it.
And I’ve finally joined Facebook (thought I better do it before I go and put my ‘The End of the World is Nigh’ sandwich board on). Feel like a convert, or do I just mean an addict:) If you’re on it, do come and say ‘hello’.
Inching, slowly, towards 50%. Could do with all your help to get…11th January 2018 Bio photo9th January 2018 SOAS reading-17th January
I’m giving a reading at the Brunei Gallery (B104) at SOAS on January 17th from 5.00. Would love it if you could come!
These people are helping to fund The Inside City.
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